SkyGull

So even the rain knows you are beautiful

and comes here

for you to watch,

throwing itself towards hell for you.

Our steps are cleansed,

& our spirits returned,

Falling

from

The gentle,

slaughtering mist

Towards the grey slush

of meadow roads.....

Birds find the sky,

& flee.

it is become Dismal, threatening

& lost......

earth also mourns,

this moment,

not touching the curve of your thighs

or of your mouth.

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What is breath,

& trust...?

what is this distance,

when you

are the horizon,

--- This soft distance of rain,

this wind,

and where it is from.

You are more

tender than God,

unless God is tender through you,

with the deft, incredible language

of your fingers, your kiss

& the wisdom

of

your mouth &

your tongue.

-----

In the morning,

after love,

The sun & I

will roar & Cry our love for you

(still,

rising....)

& the air, I am sure

will sing with you

you are full,

giving all songs...

and therefore all songs

are us.

* * *

There is light, failing...

a field,

hidden, where rain

is.

& the river, ripping past graves,

& the worn stone...

The terns

are exhausted...

the pelicans turn to silhouettes.....

& the gulls?

the morning

imparts a sustenance

to them.

Noon causes dimness,

& Firs grasp after a hard, stretching

Wind.

husks.

straw.

& warmth

still,

where you held my hand,

& held me.

-The great antidote

is air,

& the finishing sunlight,

consuming us...

full of a new, incredible flesh...

* * *